Following the great advice of my dear friend Ansha Kotyk, I have started on my trek toward organization with notecards. Right now, the wall to the left of my computer desk is completely covered in bright orange notecards taped to the wall. It looks absolutely ridiculous. I keep getting this vision of FBI agents tearing into my house, decked out in full SWAT gear (Colin Farrell is part of this fantasy too). They yell at me for being a government conspiracy theorist. They rip apart my notecards and set my house on fire. *shakes head* Umm… right. Too many movies for me, I think.
Anyway, back in the real world, this laid out system is working really nicely. I can see my story as a whole, see where I have missing spots, rearrange the cards to see how they work the best, all without using the delete key (and without wanting to print things out and set them on fire, which btw, is a ritual in my house). *evil snicker*
It’s also giving me new and exciting ideas. I’ve thus far changed the entire second half of the book. Which I’m not regretting at all. The villain(ess) is gone. She had wayyy too many psychiatric issues to deal with, and despite my sympathy regarding her abandonment and her unquenchable thirst for power, she was just giving me a headache. Which meant she had to go. I just don’t have the time to set her up the way I know I should. So she’s out. Our villain will come in the form of an event. A big, booming event.
It’s not all completely clear yet, but it’s getting there. I’m so happy. Who knew a pack of notecards could make me feel so complete?